Monday, January 18, 2010

NAKED LUNCH



I CANNOT EAT
WHAT IS UNFIT
I CANNOT FIT
INTO WHAT IS UNEATEN

THE NAKEDNESS
OF REALITY
THE GLARE OF MISERY
IN ONE'S EYES

THE MUTE SCREAM
OF SURVIVAL
TESTAMENT TO
LOSS AND DESPERATION

SQUANDER ALL
SAVE NOTHING
TOMORROW IS
SPOKEN FOR

NOT IN WORDS
BUT IN DEEDS
TO PROPERTY
TO MAYHEM

LOSE NOT THE
BATTLE OF DEATH
OR YOU SHALL BE
FACED WITH A LIFE

THE TRAGEDY OF
THE EXQUISITE
THE PAIN OF BEAUTY
GLANCING BACK

I HAVE COME THIS WAY
NOT OFTEN
BUT OFTEN ENOUGH
TO REMEMBER

REMEMBER THE LIGHT
REMEMBER THE ODOR
AND TO RECALL
MY LOST SOUL

Bobby Jameson Dec 22, 2009

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